Sad poems

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Adam Lindsay Gordon

© William Henry Ogilvie

'Two things stand like stone,' he said —
Courage and Kindness.' Gallant Dead!
Long may the stone of his statue stand
That his fame may endure in his foster-land,
And never a careless world forget
That in this man Courage and Kindness met !

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Album Verses

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WHEN Eve had led her lord away,
And Cain had killed his brother,
The stars and flowers, the poets say,
Agreed with one another.

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Sonnet, To Genevra

© George Gordon Byron

Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair,
  And the wan lustre of thy features­ caught
  From contemplation-where serenely wrought,
Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from its despair--

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Lillie of the Snowstorm

© Henry Clay Work

To his home, his once white, once lov'd cottage,

Late at night, a poor inebriate came;

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QurbatooN mein bhi

© Ahmad Faraz

qurbatooN mein bhi juda'ee ke zamaanay maaNge

dil wo be-mehr keh roonay ke bahaanay maaNge

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Hard Work

© Edgar Albert Guest

One day, in ages dark and dim,

A toiler, weary, worn and faint,

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The Witch of Hebron

© Charles Harpur

Of golden lamps, showed many a treasure rare
Of Indian and Armenian workmanship
Which might have seemed a wonder of the world:
And trains of servitors of every clime,
Greeks, Persians, Indians, Ethiopians,
In richest raiment thronged the spacious halls.

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Chloe

© Edith Nesbit

NIGHT wind sighing through the poplar leaves,
Trembling of the aspen, shivering of the willow,
Every leafy voice of all the night-time grieves,
Mourning, weeping over Chloe's pillow.

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Sonnet to Hope

© Helen Maria Williams

O, ever skilled to wear the form we love!

To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart;

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To Victor Daley

© Henry Lawson

I THOUGHT that silence would be best,

  But I a call have heard,

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The Approach

© Robert Nichols

In my tired, helpless body
I feel my sunk heart ache;
But suddenly, loudly
The far, the great guns shake.

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The Cow-Puncher's Elegy

© Arthur Chapman

I've ridden nigh a thousand leagues upon two bands of steel,

And it takes a grizzled Westerner to know just how I feel;

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Coming Home

© Augusta Davies Webster

 Anyhow
I've poetry and music too to-day
in the very clatter: it goes "Home, home, home."

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In Egypt

© Virna Sheard

All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
  Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall
  While she fought a fear within her--a thing that would not die.

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Pelleas And Ettarre

© Alfred Tennyson

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors
Were softly sundered, and through these a youth,
Pelleas, and the sweet smell of the fields
Past, and the sunshine came along with him.

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The Star Of Bethlehem

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Where Time the measure of his hours
By changeful bud and blossom keeps,
And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,
Fair Shiraz in her garden sleeps;

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Laus Deo

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

IN the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands.

At his belt the coffin nails, and the hammer in his hands.

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The First Booke Of Qvodlibets

© Robert Hayman


Though my best lines no dainty things affords,
My worst haue in them some thing else then words.

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The Rose-Bush

© Anonymous

There was a rose-bush in a garden growing,
Its tender leaves unfolding day by day;
The sun looked-on, and his down-going
Left it amid the starlit dusk of nights of May.

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The Journey From School And To School

© Charles Lamb

O what a joyous joyous day
 Is that on which we come
At the recess from school away,
 Each lad to his own home!